Hey, you guys remember that time I debated some Christian on the Internet while pretending to be a potato?
I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.
The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.
I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.
My friend Tony and I are arguing about religion.
He has this thing where he goes on Facebook and posts religious things, just to spite me, his atheist friend. So, today, I decided that I’d had enough.
“Oh yeah? If there IS a god, then why does toast land butter side up and cats land on their feet?”
Atheists - 1
Christfags - 0
So the asshole goes to the kitchen, gets some toast, puts butter on it and drops it.
It lands butter side down.
Whatever.
So, I counter-arguementedified.
“Oh yeah? If there IS a god, then why do hot dogs come in packs of ten, but hot dog buns come in packs of eight?”
Someone stick a holy fork in him, because he’s done.
EDIT: You people didn’t actually take me seriously, did you?
Oh goodness.
